I neglect my wife. There. I said it. The cat’s out the bag.
That all changes right now.
A friend took me to SCRAP, a San Francisco re-use warehouse filled with castoff knick-knacks and craft supplies, and I stumbled upon entire rows of file cabinets just brimming with old-school clothes patterns. Determined to make something for Dana, I picked up a few patterns with her in mind and knew deep down … she is going to be thrilled. With our anniversary approaching, I now have just the thing.
Because who doesn’t need a pair of casual Hammer Pants after a long day at the office?
And speaking of the office, I think she’ll definitely look the part of the hard-charging executive in these lines. Watch our Gordon Gecko! Greige? Is good.
Can’t you just hear Dana thanking me right now? Yeah, me too.
There were also some wonderful patterns for Emmeline. Still in the midst of her Little House on the Prairie fixation, she has requested nightgowns that reach the floor:
And dresses that look like something Mary — the blind one — put together:
But you know, she’s not going to be young forever. One day, I fear, she’ll look at all the things her mother and I make for her and hold up her nose. “Please,” I imagine her saying, using a hand to block the view of some new, freshly crafted adorable dress while heading out the door for the Gap or Urban Outfitters.
“Teenagers,” Dana will sigh, shaking her head, “But thank god you picked up that pattern so many years ago. She’s going to be so popular!”
(I love that it says “Made in Heaven,” because I have to wonder: Whose vision of heaven looks like that? Incidentally, this pattern was made in 1991, and I could have sworn I saw Brenda Walsh wear a top almost exactly like it. And don’t even get me started on Blossom. Man, were we cool or what?)